I feel as if I should post this for my sister's sake, but I assume many of you would be intrigued by such a stellar invention. Los Angeles isn't terribly far either. Thank fuck it doesn't taste like licorice - I was introduced to the wonders of horchata by my fiancee and I'm quite the believer now.
It was certainly a black ice cream kind of weekend, however. Got drunk, sunburned, and attacked by a kraken while out at sea - the first two are expected, but the latter was sort of an annoyance. I at least managed to steal some of its blood as a benefit from the ordeal. Still, the sailing adventure overall was jolly good fun and I'm reminded how much I truly love the majesty of my briny mistress.